BURNING THE MIDNIGHT

Life has serve me with its ups and downs. I wish the only ups and downs I would ever have to do is push-ups. Hell, I can't remember the last time I did any. I made a New Year's Resolution that I would write once a week or everyday. I can't remember. I think I already mentioned this before. Well, that's what happens to you when you get past your prime. I'm just glad that I wake up everyday. Sometimes, I just want to stay asleep. My dreams are so much better than my reality. But, I do look forward to waking up to a mug of Folgers. And the mouth-watering aroma of chorizo and eggs. I feel that I've done a complete circle and went back to my childhood. The aromas and sounds that surround me, remind me of how it was when I was just a little boy. It's nice. I hope that the days and years to come will be better than what I've experience in the past. That's another thing. I don't worry so much about how things should be or how they could be. "I just take things in stride, and just enjoy the ride." All I ever have to be concerned about is what I am doing.... at the present moment.

FREAKY FRIDAY

It's been years since I last went out on Friday the 13th. As a matter of fact, it was one of my favorite and luckiest of days. This past 13th (wasn't and was ) what I expected actually I didn't expect anything that happened that night. I had many errands to run and it almost seemed as if I wasn't going to be able to go out. I was about to change my mind when the babysitter told us that it is tonight or nothing, because she wasn't going to be available for awhile. So, off we went. First, I had to get a pair of pants because I didn't have anything clean and she got herself a pair of jeans and a blouse. Laundry.... Anyways, we went out for dinner at Applebee's to have their New York Steak Strip. It wasn't as good as the first time. The appetizer was great! We recommend the boneless buffalo wings. The merlot was fair. After dinner we weren't sure what club to hit. I wanted to stay close to home. But, we live in the ghetto...so are the clubs. Hollywood it is. It was so jammin' fun that we stayed until closing or close to it. The clubs close at 5am. I'm getting old, cuz I kept asking her if she wanted to go home. And she kept saying no. She wanted to get her moneys worth. Anyways, it was my birthday gift and it was a gift never to forget. Let's say, what goes on in Hollywood stays in Hollywood.

TIME....IS OF THE ESSENCE

"Time is of the essence," my ninth grade pre-algebra teacher would always quote this in class. I never knew what it meant at the TIME. Now, I know what he was talking about. As I've been getting older, TIME has been flying like there's no tomorrow. I can't believe the last time I posted a blog was almost three months ago. I had made a New Year's Resolution to posted something everyday. My excuse is that my "cum puta" was h-ackting up. Things have picked up since last year and especially from two years ago, as matter of fact it has been almost three years ago that my life made a turn towards HELL. Well, since I've been on the "Highway to Hell" things have been Heavenly. I could only HOPE that things get lovelier. I use to think about quitting my job and going on the road. Just get on my HOG and never looking back. Just one thing went wrong, I wrecked it. Good thing though. Now, I'm living in the ghetto and things are grand. How, ironic. I've owned two homes, had two wives and two children that I never get to see or hear from. I thought I had it good. "Living it up on the Eastside" I had a piece of the Pie. Now, I'm on the Westside, where all my people pay their food with food stamps and buy their Air Jordans and the swapmeet, I'm living like a King. I have LOVE, RESPECT AND HONOR.

WASTED DAYS AND WASTED NIGHTS

It has been the most wonderful 2 years of my life. I couldn't have asked for more. The best thing that has happen to me in my 45 years of my life is right now. The most memorable, was the the day that my daughter was born. I wept. It was the biggest miracle of my life. The most proud was when my son was born. But, the most happiest and fullfilling has been the last couple of years. I have, what most men, and women desire, the complete family. I have two daughters that fight over me and two sons that look up to me. They have not one single ounce of my genes, but they have everything of me of who I am. Each one of them is just like me in many ways. The eldest is sensitive like me, the next one is a nerd just like me, the third is active, adventureous and hyper like me, and the fourth is affectionate and loveable. All four of them are so much like me that I forget that they are not mine. I love them individually and differently because they are different and unique. I love my daughter and so proud of her. I wish I had the courage and strength that she has, she's my hero and I admirer her. If she was a god, I would bow down to her. She is the Princess of my Passion. She accomplishes everything I could only desire and hope for. She's my idol. My son, well, he's my hope and inspiration to continue, and to live. He's my future. But, for now and for the present future, I have four beautiful and wonderful children that make me proud that I am alive. I could only hope that I can be the best example and the best father, daddy and papi I can be for them. The ingredient is that I love their mother very much, and that she loves me unconditionally. The days that I have wasted was on the days that I spent doing things for myself. Now, all I want to do is spend time with these four, and I don't have enough time to do it. My time is running short, I pray that I live another 45 to give the best I can give to these four lovely persons. They deserve to be loved and desire to be loved. (That's all I've ever wanted.) And that's what I've been receiving for the last two years. No more wasted days and wasted nights for me. I seize the moment and take advantage of the time that I have, because you never know when the day comes that you are no longer here on this Earth. Don't take things, especially people for granted, life is too short to be bothered with insignificant issues. Live, Love and Love to Live.

S...T...M...

Suffering from STM has been a problem for me for a loooong time, I think. I just can't remember when I found out that I have......STM. My parents just thought I had selective memory. Later,........as I got older, my friends and family said I had ADD or ADHD or one of them attention disorders,..........I don't remember. I just know that I always have to keep my things...................or personal belongings in a designated place, so I can remember or keep track of where I place them. When it comes to things that happened to me yeeeeeeeears ago, I remember them as if they happened to me yesterday, but, when it comes to things I did this.... morning....what?....oh, yeah, I was writing about Short Term Mem.....
Anyways, I have great memory of my long FORGOTTEN past, but, I have already forgotten about the things that should have NEVER happened....

HEAT IN THE KITCHEN

I slept great last night. After such an adventure at the beach, I slept wonderfully. I dreamt about people I had never met, but they seemed a bit familiar to me. A nice mug of java in bed always does the trick to arouse me to face the day. It was a busy day at that. Going from place to place. It seems there's never enough time to do everything that needs to be done. I ended up not going to work again. Going to the job just doesn't appeal to me anymore. I sometimes just want to be a lazy bum and lay around at home all day. But, that's not easy for me because I suffer from OCD. Actually, the trials and tribulations that I have endured in life have calm me down an extreme. As I said, I stayed home, well actually, I was running around taking care of things. When I finally got home, I expected the house to be clean. To my expectations, it wasn't. My lady, the CSI agent and I left the house to make a few errands leaving behind the Drama Mama and the Artist at home. The Chef was left behind with the choice of staying with his older sister and clean the house, or to go with his aunt and G-Mom. Grandma it is. As expected, dirty dishes in the sink, on the kitchen table and on the desk, which has been off-limits to everyone except Mommy. As we returned from our hectic evening running around all over town, we are greeted with scouls and grimaces, for leaving behind the Drama Mama, her son (actually her little brother) the Artist, and the Chef. "That's messed up!" rebukes the D-Mama as we enter the front door. "You guys went to Starbucks!" CSI replies, "Did you clean the house?" It is pretty challenging to run a house with four,.... five,....six different personalities. Everyone of us is unique and very different from each other, but yet very much the same, at different degrees. The Lady is the most patient. She should have been a doctor. Me, I'm the DA and the Public defender and sometimes the PO. The Judge, that's the Lady's title. The Drama Mama is the oldest and the most immature of the tribe. The Investigator is only 9, but thinks like a teenager. Scary. She has reason and common sense. Actually, she thinks better than most teenagers and some adults. The Artist, is encentric and adventurous. No tree to high to climb, no dirt too dirty. The sky's the limit for him. The Chef, well, he just loves to spend a lot of time in the kitchen. Especially, in Grandma's cocina. The kitchen is the place we spend a lot of time in. Our ideal home would be ONE BIG KITCHEN and ONE BIG BEDROOM, with ONE BIG TELEVISION. We would all be in heaven. The problem is that no one wants to clean the kitchen or make the beds, but everyone wants to EAT and WATCH T.V. Me, I just wanna eat, sleep and DREAM. Gooood niiiight...zzzz....zzzz....zzzz.

LOST IN THE FOG

This evening started well, as we enjoyed a pleasant dinner at Coco's for the very first time with my lady and my adopted children. It was an experience as well as entertaining. We were all very much satisfied and full. Now, we needed to walk some of it off. Off to the beach! It's been three weekends that we have gone to the beach late in the evening. We did not even spend a single day at the beach this past summer, yet, here we are playing in the sand at the beach while it is deeply foggy you can hardly see the boats offshore. The kids are enjoying it. This was one of those moments that I forget that I'm over the hill and can't do the things I use to do. I ran up the hill of sand and almost had a heart attack, then came a more foolish thing to do, run down the hill. Crash and sand blast! Yet, that wasn't the worst, I lost my wallet. But, for some strange thing, I didn't get angry or upset or have a cow. I just laughed and told myself outloud, "That's what I get for acting like a kid." You should have been there, all six of us, in the night, in the fog, at the beach looking for my BLACK wallet. We found all sorts of things, except for the wallet. As we were leaving, our little CSI agent decided to take one more play by play were the crime (my ass falling) took place, there she pulled out the wallet from within the sand. I couldn't believe it. It was the best time I've had at the beach in a long time.